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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.