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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
X-102,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Oneida,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.