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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.