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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.