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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.