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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.