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 Cuba 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.