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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.