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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.