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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.