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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.