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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Index to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.