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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.