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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.