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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.