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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.