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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.