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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.