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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.