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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.