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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.