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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.