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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.