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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.