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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.