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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.