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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.