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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.