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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.