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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman 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 dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Organ,
cv313,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
The Move,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.