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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.