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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.