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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.