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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Wings,
Nico,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.