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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.