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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.