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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.