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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.