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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.