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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Josef K,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.