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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.