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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.