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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.