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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.