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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.