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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.