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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.