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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Scion,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.