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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.