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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
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.