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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
EPMD,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.