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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.