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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.