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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.