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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Detroit Cobras 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.