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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.