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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.