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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.