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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.