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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.