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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.