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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
The Techniques,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.