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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.