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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.