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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.