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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.