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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.