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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.