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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.