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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
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.