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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
JFA,
Hashim,
Monks,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.