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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.