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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.