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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
The Human League,
Japan,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.