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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.