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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.