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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.