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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.