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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.