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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
June Days,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.