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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Visage,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.