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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.