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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.