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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Can to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Nico,
The Gories,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.