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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.