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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Slave,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.