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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Christie 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Gong,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.