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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.