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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.