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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.