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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.