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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.