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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Ossler,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.