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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.