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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.