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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.