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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.