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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.