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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.