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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.