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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.