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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.