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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.