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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
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.