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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.