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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.