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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.