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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Pagans,
Aswad,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.