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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Brick,
Shoche,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.