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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.