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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.