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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.