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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Pole,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.