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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.