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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.