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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.