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 France and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.