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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.