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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Wings,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.