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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.