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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Technova,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.