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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.