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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
X-101,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.