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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
June Days,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.