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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.