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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
JFA,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.