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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Scion,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.