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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.