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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.