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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Index,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.