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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.