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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.