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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.