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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.