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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.