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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.