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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Roxette to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.