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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.