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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.