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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.