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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.