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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.