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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Franke,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.