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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Can,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.