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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.