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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.