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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.