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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.