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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.