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 Sudan and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.