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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.