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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.