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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.