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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.