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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.