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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.