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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.