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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.