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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.