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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.