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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Faust,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.