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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan 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.