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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Lalann,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.