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 Zimbabwe 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.