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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.