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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.