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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.