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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.