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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.