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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.