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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.