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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.