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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 the Swans to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.