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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Sound 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.