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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Can,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.