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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.