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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.