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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.