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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.