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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.