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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.