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 Algeria 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.