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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
ABC,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.