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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.