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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.