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 Norway 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.