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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Magma,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.