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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Nas,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.