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 Nauru and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.