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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.