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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.