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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.