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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.