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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.