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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.