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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.