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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.