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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.