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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.