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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.