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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.