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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.