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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.