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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.