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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.