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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.