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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.