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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.