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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.