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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.