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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.