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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.