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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.