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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.