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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.