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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.