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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.