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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
World's Most,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.