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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
the Association,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
New Order,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.