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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia 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 electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.