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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.