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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Gong,
Organ,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.