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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.