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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.