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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.