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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.