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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.