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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.