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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 & John Cale to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.