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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.