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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.