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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.