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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.