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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.