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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.