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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.