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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Magazine,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.