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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.