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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.