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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Symarip,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.