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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.