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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.