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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.