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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Franke,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.