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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Wings,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Gong,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.