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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.