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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Gong,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.