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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.