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 United States 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.