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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.