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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.