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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.