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 India and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Excepter,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.