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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.