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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
June of 44,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.