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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.