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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.