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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.