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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.