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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.