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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.