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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 CMW to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.