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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.