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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.