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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.