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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.