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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.