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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.