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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.