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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.