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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Aswad,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.