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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 John Cale to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.