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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.