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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.