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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.