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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.