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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.