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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.