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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.