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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.