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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.