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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.