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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.