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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.