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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.