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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.