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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.