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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.