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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
10cc,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.