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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.