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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.