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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.