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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.