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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.