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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Cybotron 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Index,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.