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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.