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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.