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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.