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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Chrome,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.