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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.