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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The Litter,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.