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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.