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 Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.