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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.