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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.