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 China and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.