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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.