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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.