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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
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 Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
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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.