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 Croatia and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.