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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Television,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.