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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
The Index,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.