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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.