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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.