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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Jandek 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.