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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Guru Guru 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.