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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.