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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Can,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.