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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.