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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.