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 Argentina and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.