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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
The Residents,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.