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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Delta 5,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.