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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.