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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.