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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Technova,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.