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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.