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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.