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 North and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Television,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Magma,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.