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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.