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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Index,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.