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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.