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 Antigua and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Monks,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.