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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.