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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.