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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 808 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.