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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.