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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.