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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.