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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.