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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.