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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
the Slits,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.