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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Crime,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.