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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Soft Machine 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.