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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.