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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.