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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.