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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.