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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.