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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.