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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.