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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.