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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.