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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.