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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.