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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.