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 and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.