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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.