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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.