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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.