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 Syria 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.