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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.