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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.