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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.