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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
10cc,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.