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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Skaos,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.