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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.