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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.