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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Pagans,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.