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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.