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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.