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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.