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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.