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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.