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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.