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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.