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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.