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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.