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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.