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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.