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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.