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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.