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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.