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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.