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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.