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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.