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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.