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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.