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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.