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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.