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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.