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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Gories,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.