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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
This Heat,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.