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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.