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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 New York and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.