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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.