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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.