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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Moebius 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald 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.