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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
X-102,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
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.