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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.