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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.