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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.