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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Cluster,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.