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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.