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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.