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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.