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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.