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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Television,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.