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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.