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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.