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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.