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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.