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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Can,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.