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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.