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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.