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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Can,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.