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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.