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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.