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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.