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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The United States of America to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.