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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.