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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.