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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.