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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.