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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
June Days,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Neu!,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.