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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.