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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
X-102,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.