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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.