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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
UT,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.