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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.