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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.