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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
UT,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.