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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.