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 United States 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.