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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.