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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.