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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.