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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.