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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Crime,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.