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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.