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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.