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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.