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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.