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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.