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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.