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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Nico,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.