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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.