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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Can,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.