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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.