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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.