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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.