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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.