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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.