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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.