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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.