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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Das Ding 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Make Up,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.