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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
cv313,
World's Most,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.