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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.