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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.