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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.