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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.