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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.