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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.