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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.