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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Pole,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.