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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.