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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.