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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.