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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.