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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.