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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.