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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.