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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.