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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Technova,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.