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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.