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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.