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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.