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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.