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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.