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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.