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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.