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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.