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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.