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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.