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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.