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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.