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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Swans,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Crime,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.