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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.