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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Index,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.