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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.