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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.