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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Wire,
Television,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.