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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.