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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.