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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 organ 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.