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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.