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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Can,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.