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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
PIL,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.