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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.