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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.