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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.