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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Barracudas to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.