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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.