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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.