Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
June Days,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.