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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.