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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.