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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.