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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.