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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.