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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle 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.