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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Magazine,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.